Chapter 404

Song Qinghuan is very upset and struggles to wake up. No matter how she is, she can't wake up.

She groaned impatiently. She wanted to shrink back, but she couldn't move at all, just like she was stopped by the ancient acupoint master.

When he was forced to enter, song Qinghuan felt that dream was a dream.

How ever was he so gentle as he was now? For fear of hurting her, he carefully rubbed and tossed in her body, and gently kissed her cheek and lips.

This dream is too strange. It should be a dream, so it shouldn't be so strong.

She can not only clearly smell his smell and his breath, but also feel the crisp numbness produced by her body, which spreads from the ups and downs to the bottom of her heart.

Song Qinghuan's eyebrows are tightly tightened. What's more, the feeling is too clear. It's not like she's dreaming. She can't even ignore it.

So all this makes people feel dreamless, but his actions and style of conduct are completely different.

She didn't know whether she made a sound or not. All she knew was a kind of suffering of ice and fire, which made her sick and crazy.

She didn't want to, and she didn't want so much. Her whole body trembled like a spasm, but he wouldn't stop, and he was still rubbing gently.

The brain gradually blank up, and finally can not remember anything, the body fell before the will.

Whether it is a dream or not, song Qinghuan can't think about it any more. Her consciousness seems to float in the clouds and become thinner and thinner. Finally, she can't feel anything.

The early morning sun, through the curtains of the fine shot to the room.

Suddenly, he felt as if he was sleeping.

His head was a little dull. When song Qinghuan sat up, he could feel the double shadow.

She raised her hand and thumped her head gently, and a scene in "dream" immediately appeared in her mind.

Song Qinghuan was startled. He quickly opened the quilt and found that he was lying on the bed, and his bathrobe was well worn, as if nothing had happened.

So, is it a dream? It's really a dream.

Song Qinghuan covers her head and sits on the bed thinking for a long time. My God, why does she have such a dream? What is she thinking? Is there a certain fantasy about the man who hurt her?

This possibility made song Qinghuan extremely despise himself.

She came down from the bed and found that Mei Jun was not in the room. Where did she go? Song Qinghuan gives Mei Jun the phone.

Mei Jun didn't sleep in the same room with song Qinghuan last night, but she couldn't tell song Qinghuan. She said she got up early and went to the restaurant for breakfast. Seeing that song Qinghuan was still sleeping, she didn't call her.